3rd Moon, 1011 PEW
Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 11:58 pm
Spring has come late to Phantara and the snows that have held the Chaos Mountains captive are slowly beginning to thaw. The mourning has passed and a feeling of renewed eagerness has swept over the soldiers camped in the hills surrounding Tarragon Keep. A mixture of restlessness from waiting too long, and the eagerness of retribution runs heavy in the men as they await the reopening of the Tarragon Pass.
A sentiment shared by many of the merchants and freemen of the area. With the defeat of Regis Mortem and the close of the long winter it can only be a matter of time before the might of the Silverthorn Army reasserts itself.
‘It is the dawn of a new Year!’ The people cry.
‘Hail Silverthorn! The Red Tear is broken!’
Still the ValkenVi of Gateway stand quiet. Is it the calm of assurance that the sentiments of the people are right? Or, perhaps they are just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
A sentiment shared by many of the merchants and freemen of the area. With the defeat of Regis Mortem and the close of the long winter it can only be a matter of time before the might of the Silverthorn Army reasserts itself.
‘It is the dawn of a new Year!’ The people cry.
‘Hail Silverthorn! The Red Tear is broken!’
Still the ValkenVi of Gateway stand quiet. Is it the calm of assurance that the sentiments of the people are right? Or, perhaps they are just waiting for the other shoe to drop.